The plan made up after mans birth
Conjured, laid out, to steal his net worth
Not in rare coins or Gold he does wear
But greater the prize is the soul each man bares
Walking fine lines where war is engaged
Invisible, on Earth now the stage
Has been refined to take mankind out
Satan, sniper, today is about
Toying with souls, taking cheap shots
Wounding as many, for now his great plot
Seeks man His prey, trophies to mount
On walls of fire, so many the count
Weak is the man lacking of faith
Weaker is still those evil baits
Setting the sight, cross hairs now find
The target grand on scope unkind
Many will fall today just maybe
A soul dodging evil may and could be
A servant who walks and will confide
Praising the Lord, turning sins tide
